Drawing a blood sacrifice array to usher in the resurrection of an Evil God.
No proper array master would ever agree to such a request.
Mo Hua had intended to put on another show of refusal, but when he saw Mr. Tu's cold, cruel eyes—eyes that plainly had little patience left—he stopped stalling and obediently nodded.
Mr. Tu flicked his sleeve. Blood-colored array patterns appeared, undoing the Flesh Prison. He said, "Follow me," then walked ahead.
Mo Hua followed close behind him, step for step.
Together, they headed deeper into the Flesh Labyrinth.
Along the way, flesh twisted grotesquely, white bones loomed cold and dense, labyrinths overlapped, and the atmosphere was stifling and sealed tight.
Though Mo Hua knew the place better than anyone, he still carefully put on the appearance of a stranger—nervous and timid.
At the same time, he silently memorized Mr. Tu's route.
Mr. Tu was burdened with worries and did not think, for the moment, that his secret and heavily guarded labyrinth forbidden ground had already been explored from end to end by Mo Hua.
After an unknown length of time, the atmosphere gradually changed, and the surroundings grew unfamiliar.
The Blood Mist around them thickened, and the oppressive feeling became stronger.
Mo Hua could even sense an eerie heartbeat hovering between life and death, tugging at his pulse, clogging his blood and qi, and suffocating his chest.
After another quarter-hour of walking, a great white-bone gate appeared ahead.
The moment they passed through it, the powerful aura of an Evil God crashed into them head-on.
A majestic, Blood-Strange array structure towered before Mo Hua.
Mo Hua's pupils contracted, and he held his breath.
After so many twists and turns, he had finally followed Mr. Tu to the deepest part of this Flesh Labyrinth.
And finally